CALIFORNIA 


ex  C^liforr\ies.  Poppy 

THE  OFFICIAL  FLOWER 
OF  THE  GOLDEN  STATE 


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"To  worship  rightly  is  to 
love  each  other, 

Each  smile  a  hymn,  each 
kindly  deed  a  prayer/ 


;.  c.  WHITTIER. 


BROTHERHOOD 


THE  FATHERHOOD  OF  GOD 
THE  BROTHERHOOD  OF   MAN 


WARREN    JONES    MASTEN 


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COPYRIGHT 

By  WARREN  JONES  MASTEN 

SAN  FRANCISCO 
PUBLISHED  NOVEMBER,   J9U 


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OF   BROTHERHOOD, 


INDEX 

PAGE 

A  Cloud  Rift 56 

All  Is  Well 17-18 

All  Is  Well  : 109 

A  Message  79 

"Am  I  My  Brother's  Keeper?" 73 

A  Sunflower  50 

A  Vision  5 

Birthday  Message  21 

Birthday  Message  23 

Birthday  Message  46 

Brotherhood  89-90 

California  Poppy   (Official  Flower  of  the  Golden 

West)  39 

Charity    81 

Christ's  Second  Coming  64 

Completeness  104 

Conditions  of  Growth  63 

Conditions  of  Growth  107 

Consecration  14-15-16 

Desires  Three 80 

Doing  Good 95-96 

E'en  Now  ..  .  94 


INDEX,  Continued 


PAGE 

Fogs   57 

Free  Riches  19 

Generosity  69 

God  Is  Love  1 

God's  Kindergarten  29-30 

God's  Poverty  Cure  72 

God's  Touch  Upon  the  Soul 26 

Heaven  Within  37 

Heaven  Within  84 

Influence   83 

Inspiration   52-53 

Joy    51 

Judge  Not  70 

"Let  Thy  Light  Shine" 71 

Life  20 

Like  a  Streamlet  82 

Like  a  Streamlet  91 

Love's  Prayer 75 

Lullaby 27-28 

My  Prayer 13 

"Not  Every  One  That  Saith  Unto  Me  Lord,  Lord, 
Etc."  .  ..  66 


INDEX,  Continued 

PAGE 

Poise  10 

Prayer   22 

Prayer    29 

Prayer    32-33 

/    11    Prayer  34-35-36 

Prayer   67 

Prayer   78 

Prayer  For  Love  62 

Protection  9 

Realization   102-103 

Recompense   74 

Refraction  31 

Refraction  98 

Regenerated  38 

Regenerated  85 

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'•    Salvation   99-100-101 

Sea  Music  2-3 

Service  65 

Song   40-41 

Sympathy   76 

Sympathy   110 

The  Christ  Within 86-87 

The  Day's  Rringing  47-48-49 


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INDEX,  Continued 


PAGB 

The  Kingdom  Come  ......................................................  60-61 

The  Land  of  Promise  (California  1849-1915)  ...............  25 

The  Larger  Life  ..................................................................  92 

The  Larger  Life  ..................................................................  105 

The  Love  and  Will  Divine  ................................................  24 

The  Master  Musician  ........................................................  59 

The  New  Day  ......................................................................  43 

The  Right  Touch  ................................................................  55 

The  Soul's  Daytime  ........................................................  11-12 

The  Unsung  Song  ..............................................................  93 

The  Unsung  Song  ..............................................................  106 

"Thy  Will  Not  Mine"  -Hymn  ........................................  54 

Thy  Will,  Not  Mine  ..........................................................  97 

Thy  Will,  Not  Mine  ............................................................  108 

Tiny  Hands  ..........................................................................  42 

To  the  Healer  ....................................................................  68 

To  the  Violin  ......................................................  .  ...............    8 

True  Success  ......................................................................  58 

True  Success  ......................................................................  77 

True  Work  ..........................................................................  6-7 

Unbound  ...................................................................  ...........    4 

Unbound  ..............................................................................  88 

Upliftment    ..................................................................  44-45 


God  is  Love 

OD  is  Love,  Oh  never  doubt  it 

E'en  when  times  are  hard  to  bear, 
Live  above  thy  griefs  and  worries, 
Trust  them  to  a  Father's  care. 

He  can  make  the  darkest  place 

Seem  to  thee  like  brightest  day, 
For  His  smile  will  pierce  the  darkness, 

And  illumine  all  the  way. 

He  can  so  uplift  thy  spirit 

Earth's  woes  seem  of  small  account, 
On  the  wings  of  hope  and  courage, 

It  will  ever  upward  mount. 


Help  me,  O  God,  I  pray  throughout  the  day 
To  listen  to  the  music  of  Thy  voice, 

Then  I  shall  hear  from  all  created  things 
Some  notes  arise  which  say  "rejoice,  rejoice" ! 

And  when  the  day  dawns  cold  and  dark  and  drear, 
Of  outward  joy  and  beauty  seeming  bare, 

Open  my  senses  to  that  kingdom  near, 

Flooded  with  sunshine  and  with  flowers  most  fair. 

Beneath  the  darkest  cloud  that  glooms  the  sky, 
Point  where  the  gleams  of  purest  silver  hide, 

Show  that  earth's  discord  and  her  bitterest  cry 
Foretell  the  harmony  that  shall  abide. 


Sea  Music 

T  TWILIGHT  time  I  sat  beside  the  sea 
And  listened  to  the  waves'  sad  mur 
muring; 
Waiting    till    they    should    sound    less 

mournfully, 

And  to  my  ears  some  notes  of  glad 
ness  bring. 
But  with  a  deafening,  maddening,  clashing  roar, 

As  if  they  battled  with  an  unseen  foe, 
They  only  beat  the  louder  on  the  shore, 

To  die  away  in  a  long  wail  of  woe. 
As  deeper  grew  the  shadows,  one  bright  star 

Arose  above  the  cliffs,  high  in  the  sky, 
And  from  its  luminous  throne  in  heights  afar 

Looked  down  as  watching  with  all-seeing  eye. 
Then,  when  again  I  listened  to  the  sea, 
Methought  the  waves  rang  paens  of  victory. 

Thou  must  be  lifted  far 

Above  all  worldly  care, 

E'en  thou  canst  with  Him  share 

Such  deep  tranquility, 

That  naught  the  senses  jar 

Nor  evil  passions  mar 

The  soul's  serenity. 

He  who  lives  near  to  God 

Will  rise  above  the  sod, 

Into  those  mountain  heights, 

Whose  every  sound  delights 

The  ear,  and  wondrous  sites 

Of  loveliness  satisfy 

The  soul's  deep  sense  of  beauty. 
Live  in  the  deep  sense  of  my  abiding  tenderness 
to  thee  and  others,  then  thou  wilt  have  true  blessed 
ness. 


The  Ideal  is  the  Real 
Believe,  it  has  power 
All  foul  disease  to  heal ; 
Men  need  no  more  cower 
In  dread  of  coming  harm; 
This  truth  falls  like  a  balm 
Upon  all  listening  ears 
And  routs  disturbing  fears. 

Once  raise  the  thought  to  things  above, 

Then  every  little  flower  that  grows 

Becomes  a  token  of  the  love 

That  breathes  in  all  and  overflows 

Into  a  stream  that  fills  the  earth 

With  power  to  give  beauty  birth. 
Be  at  peace,   an  angel's  hand  is  troubling  the 
waters  of  thy  soul;  when  it  is  o'er  there  comes  a  rest 
ful  stillness  to  abide  forevermore. 

Be  lifted  up  above  all  earthly  strife, 
Be  consciously  at  one  with  the  true  life, 
Then  shall  thy  love  for  others  be  intense, 
Thy  very  presence  bring  with  it  the  sense 
Of  Him  and  His  abiding  tenderness. 

Tell  him  to  put  his  hand  in  mine 
And  trust  to  me;  I  will  safely  lead 
Him  all  the  narrow  way  till  he 
Reach  that  haven  where 
All  storms  are  past. 


Unbound' 

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SAC)  SOUU  moaning  in  the  web  which 

.'T  7  Fate 
Hath  spun  around  thee  so  thou  canst 

not  fly! 
Be  still!     No  more  bewail  thine  abject 

state, 

For  thee  deliverance  soon  draweth  nigh; 
A  voice  from  soundless  depths  the  secret  tells; 

Nothing  can  bind  a  soul  whose  thoughts  are  stayed 
Upon  eternal  things,  for  in  it  dwells 

A  consciousness  which  makes  it  unafraid. 
It  looks  beyond  the  seeming  to  the  real; 

Knows  that,  which  here  apparently  doth  bind, 
Doth  make  it  reach  out  after  the  ideal, 

Helps  it  the  freedom  of  the  truth  to  find; 
And  now,  at  will,  it  soars  above  the  world; 
Fate  can  no  longer  keep  its  pinions  furled. 


A  Vision 

'PWARD  I  soared  unto  a  sea  of  light, 

Around   me   surged   great   waves   of 

melody. 
Each   breath    I    drew   brought    with    it 

strange  delight, 

And  life  flowed  into  me  abundantly. 
I  realized  my  oneness  with  the  All, 

My  ears  were  opened  to  the  overtone 
Of  harmony  which  freed  me  from  the  thrall 

Of  those  discordant  notes  which  make  man  moan. 
From  this  vast  sea  of  light,  of  love,  and  song, 

I  saw  bright  rays  descending  unto  men, 
Uniting  them  to  that  inspired  throng 

Who  sing  "All's  well  for  God  is  Love,  Amen!" 
While  o'er  the  earth  the  Son  of  Righteousness 
Spread  healing  wings  in  brooding  tenderness. 


True  WorK 

NTO  all  thou  doest 
Put  a  grain  of  love; 

Twill  the  sense  of  drudgery 
From  all  work  remove. 


That  done  in  the  kitchen 

Will  as  noble  seem, 
As  some  grand  achievement 

Wrought  in  fondest  dream. 

Never  chiseled  marble 
Proves  a  work  of  art, 

Bears  it  not  the  impress 
Of  the  sculptor's  heart. 


Matchless  in  its  color, 
Every  line  most  true; 

Painted  without  feeling — 
Wooden  through  and  through 


Faultless  in  its  measures, 
Sweet  of  sound  the  song; 

Voice  it  not  the  poet's  soul 
No  song  lives  for  long. 

Eloquent  the  sermon, 
Beautiful  the  thought; 

Lies  no  life  behind  it, 
It  will  come  to  naught. 


Homely  words  and  diction, 

But  the  Spirit's  power 
Brought  through  them  upliftment 

To  crushed  souls  that  hour. 


Perfect  execution, 

No  discordant  note; 
Theme  sublime,  but  lacking — 

It  was  played  by  note. 

Just  a  simple  ballad, 
With  such  feeling  sung 

In  all  listening  to  it 
Answering  chords  were  rung 

Earnest  be  of  purpose 
And  thy  motive  pure, 

Then  whatever  thou  doest 
Will  for  aye  endure. 


To  the   Violin 

|g  YE  dumb,  dumb  notes  within  me 

That  my  voice  cannot  express, 
|My  heart  will  break,  oh!  set  them  free 
For  me,  to  thee  I  can  confess 

my  wild  longings  and  the  dreams 
Of  loveliness  which  haunt  my  soul, 
Bringing  the  echoes  from  far  streams 
Of  heavenly  melody  which  seems 
A  part  of  me;  the  distant  roll 

Of  mighty  waves  of  song  awake 
Beneath  my  touch  I  now  partake 

Through  thee  of  bliss  and  find  mine  own 
Completeness;  Joy  will  ne'er  forsake 
Me  now  for  I  am  not  alone! 

Out!  out!  upon  the  fast  flowing  tide 
Which  bears  her  swiftly  from  me, 

Into  that  Bourne  from  which  few  return, 
That  undiscovered  country. 

God  gives  me  songs  to  sing  in  the  night, 

But  now  their  burden  is  pain, 
Or  a  yearning  cry  for  one  dear  face 

To  smile  upon  me  again. 

Sometimes  methinks  that  my  cry  is  heard 

And  she  whom  I  love  is  near, 
For  answering  chords  which  bid  me  hope 

Fall  softly  upon  my  ear. 

When  through  me  a  certain  chord  vibrates 

I  smile  even  through  my  tears, 
And  think  of  the  joys  still  left  to  me 

To  brighten  my  lonely  years. 

All  whom  I  love  are  forever  mine, 
They  are  enshrined  within  my  heart; 

What  we  call  Death  is  naught  but  a  dream 
For  those  who  love  do  not  part! 


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Protection 

SINK  to  rest  within  the  arms  of  Sleep, 
But  first  I  bid  my  purest  thoughts  to  keep 
Guard  o'er  me,  lest  aught  of  evil  creep 
Too  near  the  portals  of  my  soul  and  find 
Entrance  there;  Nature's  laws  are  always 

kind, 

She  also  rules  the  kingdom  of  the  mind, 
And  has  an  antidote  for  every  511 
That  comes  to  vex  us;  were  we  not  so  blind 
To  her  true  teachings,  gladness  would  enfill 
Our  inmost  being;  Fear  would  cease  to  bind         4 
Us  with  its  chains;  at  last  we  should  partake 
Of  that  repose  that  never  doth  forsake 
Those  who  trust  fully  to  the  Over-soul, 
To  strengthen,  purify  and  make  them  whole. 


Poise 

OME  day,  despite  the  world's  discordant 

noise, 
The  soul  will  hear  the  undertone  most 

sweet 
To  which  creation's  mighty  heart  doth 

beat — 

Will  find  at  last  a  point  of  perfect  poise. 
Ah!   Not  till  then  will  it  know  of  those  joys, 
Unlike  the  ones  that  on  life's  path  we  meet, 
Which  pass  away  too  soon  on  footsteps  fleet, 
So  frail  one  whiff  of  adverse  wind  alloys. 

The  ocean  hath  a  place  of  calm  unshaken 
By  fiercest  hurricane  that  o'er  it  blows; 
So,  when  to  consciousness  a  soul  doth  waken, 
Nothing  can  move  it  from  its  deep  repose; 
But  not  until  the  chains  to  earth  are  riven 
Can  unto  it  a  bliss  so  great  be  given. 


The    Soul's    Day   Time 

t  is  the  day-time  of  the  soul, 
When,  piercing  through  earth's  night 
Come  flashes  from  that  light 
Which  point  unto  life's  goal. 

Its  day-time  is  when  'neath  the  pain, 
Resounding  soft  and  clear, 
Ring  notes  of  hope  and  cheer 
From  heaven's  own  glad  refrain. 

When  in  the  midst  of  sin  and  strife 
There  falls  a  blessed  calm 
Which  doth  all  fears  disarm, 
It  is  the  dawn  of  larger  life. 

Tis  perfect  day  when  human  love 
Provides  the  wings  whereby 
The  soul  can  upward  fly — 
Drink  from  Love's  fount  above. 

When  I  can  let  the  sheen  of  heavenly  regions 
Fall  full  upon  me  as  I  tread  life's  way, 

Small  power  o'er  me  hath  Satan  or  his  legions 
To  make  one  footstep  into  bypaths  stray. 

But  should  I  let  a  light  than  it  less  holy, 
My  higher  vision  blind  by  its  fierce  glare, 

Angels  who,  in  the  purest  abide  solely, 

Flee,  and  foul  beings  from  their  caverns  stare. 


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Sun  of  the  Soul  so  shed  thy  rays  around  me, 
A  circle  will  be  found  none  can  break  through, 

Save  those  at  least  who  long  to  see  Thy  glory 
And  have  their  lips  baptized  with  heavenly  dew, 

The  Ideal  is  the  Real 

Believe,  it  has  power 
All  foul  diseases  to  heal, 

Men  need  no  more  cower 
In  dread  of  coming  harm 

This  truth  falls  like  a  balm 
Upon  all  listening  ears 

And  routs  disturbing  fears. 

Once  raise  the  thoughts  to  things  above, 

Then  every  little  flower  that  grows, 
Becomes  the  token  of  the  love 

That  breathes  in  all  and  overflows 
Into  a  stream  that  feeds  the  earth 

With  power  to  give  beauty  birth. 


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MX  Prayer 

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SPIRIT  of  life  and  love  Divine, 
Remove  from  my  soul  its  weight  of  woe, 
Let  me  the  joy  of  Thy  presence  know. 
Reveal  the  truth  to  this  heart  of  mine, 


Keep  my  thoughts  ever  most  pure  and  true, 
Help  me  desire  Thy  will  to  do, 
Guide  my  steps  upward  along  the  way 
That  leads  at  last  to  the  Perfect  Day. 

Never  let  Sorrow  from  me  depart, 
Till  I  have  looked  deep  into  her  heart, 
Fathomed  the  secret  under  her  strings, 
Garnered  the  strength  that  suffering  brings. 

Give  me  of  Wisdom  as  my  bequest 
That  I  see  clearly  to  choose  the  best, 
Grant  me  some  power  to  bless  the  world 
And  stay  Evil's  darts  against  it  hurled. 


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Consecration 


RITE  it  in  letters  of  fire! 

Till  it's  burned  upon  thy  brain! 
Cleanse  thine  every  desire, 
Let  not  one  foul  stain  remain. 


Be  given  up  wholly 

Unto  the  labor  of  love; 
May  thy  aim  be  only 

To  lift  men  to  thoughts  above. 

Trust  Infinite  Wisdom 

To  reveal  just  what  is  best; 

Enter  heaven's  kingdom 
Where  is  heeded  each  request. 

Be  one  with  the  Master 
In  doing  the  Father's  will; 

Life  is  the  true  tester, 
Obedience,  doubts  can  still. 

Faith  gives  a  broad  outlook 

For  what  the  years  have  in  store 

He  whom  the  world  forsook 
Shows  how  to  make  little,  more. 

To  the  wells  of  living  waters, 

O,  make  haste  to  go; 
Cast  away  the  filthy  tatters 

Of  the  garbs  of  woe. 


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Whoever  takes  of  this  refreshment, 

In  his  soul  abides 
A  deep  sense  of  true  contentment, 

Whatsoe'er  betides. 

For  God's  Wisdom  seeth  deeper 

Than  man's  eyes  can  see. 
Never  is  life's  pathway  steeper 

Than  the  strength  may  be. 

Life  is  never  to  hard 
Unless  we  make  it  so; 
Our  groanings  but  retard 
True  progress.    Soft  and  low 
The  voice  saith,  Child,  let  go 
Thy  self-hood.    Strive  no  more 
For  what  the  world  calls  fame; 
But  only  take  His  name 
And  live  it.    He  once  bore 
The  cross,  now  raised  doth  draw 
All  men  to  Him  by  love's  law. 

Let  my  life  be  not  one  lived  in  vain, 

But  spent  in  easing  others'  pain; 

With  cleansing  fires  burn  up  all  my  dross, 

Teach  me  the  true  meaning  of  the  Cross, 

Go  and  work  in  my  vineyard, 

Trust  to  the  Lord  of  the  harvest 

To  give  thee  what  is  thy  due. 

He  prayeth,  and  his  countenance  is  bright, 

He  seeth  wondrous  things  through  Faith's  clear  sight, 


He  thinketh  and  his  thoughts  are  pure  and  white, 
He  speaketh  words  the  Spirit  doth  indite, 
He  liveth  so  that  others  seek  the  light, 
Soon  cometh  the  victory  of  the  right. 

By  our  trials  we're  receiving  cleansing  as  by  fire, 
Through  our  weakness  we  are  learning  where  strong 
souls  inspire. 

Be  not  like  a  reed,  shaken  by  the  wind;  be  stead 
fast,  immovable,  always  abounding  in  works  for  the 
Lord;  for  ye  know  that  your  labor  is  not  in  vain  in 
the  Lord.  ' 

My  servant  shall  be  blessed 
Though  now  his  burdens  press 
Too  heavy  with  their  weight; 
At  last  will  come  a  day 
Pll  take  them  all  away 
And  he  shall  find  true  rest. 

I  will  shine  upon  his  darkness  and  there  shall  be  light. 


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Peace  rides  in  the  teeth  of  the  storm, 
Joy  bides  at  the  heart  of  sorrow, 

The  soul  hath  no  need  of  alarm 
That  trusteth  to  God  the  morrow 


All  is  Well 

LL  that  may  come  to  me 

Of  weal  or  woe 
Is  from  the  Father's  hand 

And  He  doth  know 
Just  what  each  soul  requires 

To  make  it  grow. 

Aught  He  in  love  sees  fit 

To  take  away, 
He  doeth  what  is  best, 

Trusting  I  say; 
Naught  can  disturb  my  peace 

When  I  obey. 

All  things  result  in  good 

To  those  whose  will 
Is  fully  one  with  His; 

What  may  seem  ill 
Comes  that  it  may  some  wise 

Purpose  fulfill. 

Therefore  I  fearlessly 

Travel  along, 
Feeling  a  mighty  arm, 

Saving  from  wrong, 
All  is  well,  "God  is  Love," 

This  is  my  song. 


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We  cannot  gaze  directly  at  the  sun, 
But  when  at  night  the  silver  moon  doth  shine, 
We  are  reminded  of  the  Perfect  One 
Who  came  to  show  man  he,  too,  is  divine. 
When  like  the  moon  upon  his  upturned  face 
Reflected  glory  from  His  sun  falls  there, 
Filling  it  full  of  loveliness  and  grace 
As  when  created  in  God's  image  fair. 

And  as  the  likeness  groweth  more  and  more, 
He  lighteth  all  around  the  dreary  night, 
And  guideth  many  a  weary  traveler  o'er 
The  pitfalls  which  had  else  been  hid  from  sight. 
Soon,  conscious  of  his  kinship  to  the  One, 
He  shines  as  doth  a  star,  himself  a  Sun! 


Free    Riches 

UTTERCUPS  and  grass  stars  nodding  in 

the  breeze, 
Children's  happy  voices  as  they  bring  us 

these; 
They  are  but  a  portion  of  Dame  Nature's 

wealth, 

Wealth  none  need  ever  fear  thieves  will  steal  by 
stealth. 

Birds  are  singing  blithely  in  the  budding  trees, 
Brooks  are  rippling  gaily  toward  the  summer's  seas, 
Everything  is  striving  to  bring  us  heart's  ease. 
O  ye  weary  plodders  burdened  down  with  woe, 
Learn  from  such  happy  things  how  to  let  care  go. 
Take  the  goods  that  each  day  offers  at  your  door, 
Then  indeed  you  will  have  an  increasing  store 
Of  such  treasures  as  will  give  you  lasting  joy,    . 
For  naught  can  their  beauty  mar  nor  worth  destroy. 

0  Lord !  remove  the  film  across  mine  eyes, 
Which  hides  from  me  the  brightness  of  the  day, 
E'en  when  I  look  from  earth  into  the  skies 

1  see  no  azure,  only  dismal  gray. 

There  was  a  time  winds  sweeping  through  the  trees, 

Brought  music  to  mine  ears  sweet,  soft  and  low, 

But  now,  in  place  of  soothing  melodies 

They  bring  the  sobbing  tones,  bespeaking  woe. 

Once  I  could  feel  a  presence  ever  near, 

Watching  o'er  me  with  brooding  tender  care, 

Taking  away  all  sense  of  haunting  fear. 

Now  I  am  left  alone  with  grim  despair! 

Lay  on  my  head  thy  hand  with  touch  divine, 

No  longer  dimmed,  mine  eyes  with  joy  will  shine. 


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Life 


EATH  stepped  across  my  threshold 
And  took  me  by  the  hand, 
To  lead  me  through  dark  waters 
Unto  an  unknown  strand. 


While  thus  my  lay  panting, 
Stripped  of  its  robes  of  clay, 
One  came  with  shining  raiment 
And  with  it  flew  away. 

Higher,  still  higher  mounting, 
From  heaven  to  heaven  they  soar, 
Angels  who  guard  the  portals, 
Fling  open  door  by  door. 

Beyond  all  mortal  vision, 
Beyond  its  fondest  hope, 
My  soul  to  new  life  wakens 
Of  ever  widening  scope. 


BirtHday  Message 

HY  star  still  shines  upon  thee  from  on  high 
And  some  day  thou  wilt  mount  unto 

a  height 

From  which  its  portals  open  to  thine  eye 
And  its  full  glory  bursts  upon  thy  sight. 


Strive  every  day  to  live  so  thou  canst  take 
One  upward  step  to  help  thee  reach  thy  goal; 

Unceasing  pray  until  in  thee  awake 
Desire  thy  star  shall  all  thy  walk  control. 

God  gives  unto  each  soul  a  guiding  star, 

Following  whose  light  it  will  that  pathway  see, 

Which  unto  the  glistening  peaks  afar, 
Bathed  in  the  radiance  of  Eternity. 


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Pray 


er 


REAK,  Lord,  I  pray,  the  chains  of  the  flesh. 
Make  thou  a  rent  within  its  coarse  mesh 
Through  which  will  enter  one  pure  white 

gleam 
Caught  from  the  fount  whence  all  light 

doth  stream. 

Like  a  freed  bird  my  soul  then  will  soar 
Until  it  comes  to  heaven's  own  door, 
Gaining  the  courage  to  knock  with  hope, 
Some  Being  fair  unto  it  will  ope. 


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Birthday   Message 

E  THIS  the  birthday  message  to  thy  soul, 
Let  none  save  God  thy  thoughts  and 

acts  control. 
Then  will  the  Spirit  grant  thee  for  thy 

dower 
The  gift  to  write  true  songs  of  deathless 

power. 

Songs  which  shall  live  within  the  hearts  of  men 
Long  after  thou  art  gone  and  give  again 
Some  measure  of  what  into  being  brought 
Their  words  of  life  with  inspiration  fraught, 
Each  day  draw  nearer  unto  Being's  heart 
Until  it  doth  unto  thine  own  impart 
The  perfect  rhythm  which  makes  its  every  beat 
Send  through  the  world  vibrations  strong  and  sweet. 


TKe  Love  and  Will  Divine 


HOU  knowest  what  is  best,  O  Love  Divine, 
E'en  when  I  weep  and  wail  in  agony; 
If  I  can  lift  my  soul  in  prayer  to  Thee, 
And  try  to  merge  my  will  in  that  of  Thine, 
I  taste  the  sweetness  in  life's  bitterest  wine; 
The  Everlasting  Arms  most  tenderly 
Enfold  me  round,  and  through  the  dark  I  see 
Some  gleams  of  light  upon  my  pathway  shine. 

One  comes  with  dextrous  touch  and  mends  the  strings 

Long  broken  of  my  harp  and  softly  plays 

A  soothing  melody  which  with  it  brings 

A  sense  of  peace  and  solace  and  of  praise. 

Closer  unto  the  Universal  Heart 

Mine  own  is  drawn  and  all  its  aches  depart. 


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California  Poem 

1849-1915 
The    Land    of   Promise 

GLORIOUS  land  of  sunshine! 

Of  fruit,  of  flowers  and  song. 
As  to  a  land  of  promise 
The  nations  to  thee  throng. 

Thy  Golden  Gate  stands  open, 

To  welcome  all  who  come; 
Thy  vine-clad  hills  and  fertile  vales 

Of  plenty  speak  and — home. 

The  sick  and  broken-hearted 
Beneath  thy  warm,  blue  skies 

Find  life  and  hope  reviving, 
And  old  ambitions  rise. 


Thy  grand,  soul-stirring  scenery 

Doth  inspiration  give 
To  poet,  painter,  sculptor, 

To  bring  forth  works  that  live. 

Thou  art  the  longed-for  Canaan 
To  many  a  weary  soul, 

And  many  a  restless  wanderer 
Reaches  in  thee  his  goal. 

Flowing  with  milk  and  honey, 
In  richest  raiment  dressed — 

Surely  thou  art  most  worthy 
To  fulfill  every  quest. 

The  gold  which  drew  men  thither 
Is  not  thy  greatest  wealth, 

But  the  free  gifts  thou  offerest 
Of  beauty,  sunshine,  health. 


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God's  Touch  upon  tKe  Soul 


ITHOUT  the  touch  of  God  upon  the  soul 
The  fullest  life  that  earth  can  give 

is  marred; 
With  it,   as  portion  of  the  Perfect 

Whole, 

Is  shown  the  one  which  seems  most 
bare  and  hard. 


What  otherwise  had  proved  a  stumbling  block 
Hath  now  become  a  means  whereby  to  rise, 

And  when  the  shadows  gather  fast  and  dark, 
Faith  points  beyond  where  clearest  azure  lies. 


No  longer  crushed  beneath  environment, 
None  is  too  narrow  for  the  soul  to  see 

Wherein  its  walls  God's  hand  hath  made  a  rent 
To  let  in  glimpses  of  Infinity. 

Nor  yet  too  thick  has  any  wall  been  made 
But  that  through  it  the  listening  ear  can  hear 

Sweet  strains  of  music  by  Immortals  played, 
Wafted  to  earth  God's  children  there  to  cheer. 

And  when  the  soul  seems  utterly  alone, 
Bereft  of  all  the  ties  that  make  life  dear, 

God  comes  to  it  and  makes  His  presence  known, 
Whispering,  "Be  not  lonely,  I  am  here." 


Lullaby 

AKE  me  and  cradle  me  in  thy  arms, 

Weary  am  I  and  oppressed; 
Soothe  me  by  singing  thy  lullaby- 
Rock  me  to  sleep  on  thy  breast 


Soft  is  thy  bosom,  O  Mother  Earth, 

Sweet  are  thy  kisses  to  me; 
Folded  close  in  thy  fond  embrace, 

From  every  trouble  I'm  free. 

Lay  me  down  gently  upon  thy  couch, 
Peacefully  there  I  shall  sleep; 

Over  me  for  a  warm  coverlet, 
Daisies  and  grasses  will  creep. 

Breezes  are  singing  my  requiem, 

But  a  glad  bird  of  the  skies 
Flings  down  some  notes  of  a  higher  song, 

Bidding  my  spirit  arise. 

Fettered  no  more  by  its  house  of  clay, 

Joyfully  it  wings  its  flight; 
Wends  its  way  upward  where  evermore 

It  shall  abide  in  the  Light! 

The  glory  of  the  hills  is  mine, 

When  unto  them  I  raise  my  eyes; 

They  give  to  me  the  strength  to  climb, 
Unto  the  skies. 


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Nor  matters  it  how  far  below, 

I  now  am  dwelling  if  I  see 
A  pathway  from  the  valleys  low, 

Prepared  for  me. 

Great  things  from  small  beginnings  grow, 

The  acorn  holds  the  tree; 
A  single  talent  rightly  used 

A  mighty  power  may  be. 

One  little  kindly  word  or  act, 

If  prompted  by  the  heart, 
May  make  this  whole  round  world  of  ours 

Of  heaven  to  seem  a  part. 

A  look  of  recognition  given 

Unto  the  lonely  soul, 
May  waken  it  to  consciousness 

Of  oneness  with  the  whole. 

In  thine  inner  chamber 

There  is  always  light, 
Though  oftimes  earth's  shadows 

Hide  it  from  the  sight. 

In  this  same  still  chamber, 

Truth  doth  ever  dwell; 
And  to  those  who  listen 

Life's  deep  secrets  tell. 


Prayer 

OME,  heavenly  love, 
Into  my  soul. 
Take  all  my  passions 
'Neath  thy  control. 

Lift  them,  I  pray, 
Above  the  sod, 

So  I  can  see 

The  face  of  God. 


God's    Kindergarten 

XQUISITE  works  of  color  and  designing 
God  scatters  freely  all  along  life's  way; 
By  their  rare  beauty  our  taste  so  refining, 
He  makes  us  long  for  lovelier  ones 
than  they. 


Like  children  in  the  kindergarten  playing, 
Through  object  lessons  we  are  being  taught 

How  God  through  symbols  is  forever  yearning 
To  help  us  grasp  some  holy,  deathless  thought. 

When  all  around  us  we  see  bright  things  dying, 
He  whispers,  look  beyond  this  world  of  sense ; 

From  them  you  might  see  beauteous  forms  upflying 
Were  your  love  for  things  the  temporal  less  intense. 

Nothing  is  lost,  then  why  for  it  be  sighing? 

What  we  call  Death  is  sent  that  touch  to  give 
Which  frees  the  living  germ  in  all  things  lying, 

So  it  henceforth  a  higher  life  may  live. 


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A  heart  received  a  barbed  word 
Which  cut  it  like  a  two-edged  sword. 
Quivering  with  pain  it  nearly  broke, 
But  in  the  end  true  strength  awake. 

The  pain  was  there  allowed  to  lie 
Just  long  enough  until  thereby 
Grew  knowledge  how  to  others  bring 
Some  succour  in  their  suffering. 
Then!  then!  at  last  was  gone  the  sting 

With  firm  intent  to  reach  my  goal 
I  upward  press,  nor  do  I  mind 

How  rough  the  path,  for  in  my  soul 
New  life  I  find. 

Which  groweth  stronger  day  by  day, 
As  I  inhale  the  atmosphere 

Of  mountain  heights  upon  the  way, 
So  pure,  so  clear. 

When  notes  of  trouble 

Float  on  the  air 
One  word  Love  utters 

Brings  music  rare. 

It  gives  the  courage 

To  go  through  life 
Full  of  rejoicing 

In  midst  of  strife. 

Garners  the  sweetness 

From  bitterest  things, 
Gives  by  its  touching 

The  soul  its  wings. 

On  them  it  soareth 

Up  to  the  sky, 
Where  it  discovers 

Love  cannot  die. 


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Refraction 

N  ARROW  speeding  through  the  air 
Smote  a  lone  bird  that  hovered  there, 
Fluttering  its  wings,  it  heaved  a  sigh, 
Then  fell  upon  the  earth  to  die. 
A  passerby  who  saw  the  bird 

Was  by  its  cry  of  anguish  stirred. 

He  drew  the  arrow  from  its  breast, 

With  healing  balm  its  wounds  he  dressed. 

The  little  life  that  in  it  breathed 

Grew  stronger  as  it  care  received. 

Had  not  Love  Death's  course  it  must 

Too  soon  have  passed  into  the  dust. 

Weary  sojourner 

Beside  the  sea, 
God's  loving  kindness 

Protecteth  thee. 

Wherefore  be  lonely? 

There's  one  is  near 
Who  watcheth  o'er  thee — 

Then  have  no  fear. 


Prayer 

AKE  me  a  channel,  Lord, 

Through  which  Thou  canst  express, 
ome  portion  of  Thy  living  word 
Wherewith  the  world  to  bless. 

All  obstacles  remove 

From  the  inflowing  free 
Of  that  sweet  stream  of  harmony 

Which  ever  flows  from  Thee. 

Then  I  shall  find  the  voice 

To  sing  some  little  song, 
Whose  notes  have  caught  a  power  divine, 

To  help  dispel  the  wrong. 

Upon  thy  bosom,  gracious  Love  Divine, 

I  lay  my  head  and  through  me  feel  the  beat 
Of  thy  great  heart's  pulsations  strong  and  sweet, 

Filling  with  melody  this  soul  of  mine, 
Upon  the  waves  of  music  wondrous  fine, 

It  soars  to  regions  higher,  ever  higher, 
Until  it  comes  where  the  angelic  choir, 

With  myriad  voices  in  thy  praise  combine. 

Now  earth's  discordant  notes  but  serve  to  make 
The  ones  of  harmony  more  clearly  ring, 

And  in  my  soul  those  inner  senses  wake, 
Which  help  it  find  its  voice  in  time  to  sing 

With  life's  own  song  glad  in  its  undertone, 
However  much  its  surface  ones  may  moan. 


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White  light  of  Love  shine  full  upon  my  way, 
Then  it  will  matter  not  how  rough  it  grows, 

Nor  yet  how  dark  or  drear  may  grow  the  day, 
For  thy  clear  light  such  radiance  on  it  throws, 

I  walk  as  one  whose  eyes  are  fixed  on  heaven, 
Unmindful  of  what  lies  beneath  my  feet. 

For  unto  those  Love-lighted  it  is  given, 

To  see  its  glory,  hear  its  music  sweet; 
No  more  alone,  no  longer  desolate 

Since  thou  dost  shine,  O  light  of  Love,  am  I; 
Thou  showest  me,  if  I  in  patience  wait, 

My  heart's  desire  will  greet  me  by  and  by, 
My  part  is  it  to  let  Love's  overflow 

Drive  from  my  soul  all  that  which  binds  below. 


Prayer 

OME,  heavenly  love, 
Into  my  soul. 
Take  all  my  passions 
'Neath  thy  control. 

Lift  them,  I  pray, 
Above  the  sod, 

So  I  can  see 
The  face  of  God. 


A  heart  received  a  barbed  word, 

Which  cut  it  like  a  two-edged  sword; 

Quivering  with  pain  it  nearly  broke, 
But  in  the  end  true  strength  awake. 

The  pain  was  there  allowed  to  lie, 
Just  long  enough  until  thereby 

Grew  knowledge  how  to  others  bring 
Some  succour  in  their  suffering; 

Then !  then !  at  last  was  gone  the  sting. 

With  firm  intent  to  reach  my  goal 
I  upward  press,  nor  do  I  mind 

How  rough  the  path,  for  in  my  soul 
New  life  I  find. 

Which  groweth  stronger  day  by  day 
As  I  inhale  the  atmosphere  " 

Of  mountain  heights  upon  the  way 
So  pure,  so  clear. 

When  notes  of  trouble 

Float  on  the  air, 
One  word,  "Love  others," 

Brings  music  rare. 


It  gives  the  courage 

To  go  through  life 
Full  of  rejoicing 

In  midst  of  strife. 

Garners  the  sweetness 
From  bitterest  things, 

Gives  by  its  touching 
To  soul  its  wings. 

On  then  it  soareth, 

Up  to  the  sky, 
Where  it  discovers 

Love  cannot  die. 

The  glory  of  the  hills  is  mine, 

When  unto  them  I  raise  my  eyes; 
They  give  to  me  the  strength  to  climb, 

Unto  the  skies. 
Nor  matters  it  how  far  below, 

I  now  am  dwelling  if  I  see 
A  pathway  from  the  valleys  low, 

Prepared  for  me. 
Great  things  from  small  beginnings  grow, 

The  acorn  holds  the  tree; 
A  single  talent  rightly  used 

A  mighty  power  may  be. 

One  little  kindly  word  or  act, 

If  prompted  by  the  heart, 
May  make  this  whole  round  world  of  ours 

Of  heaven  to  seem  a  part. 

A  look  of  recognition  given 

Unto  the  lonely  soul, 
May  waken  it  to  consciousness 

Of  oneness  with  the  whole. 


In  thine  inner  chamber 

There  is  always  light, 
Though  oftimes  earth's  shadows 

Hide  it  from  the  sight. 

In  this  same  still  chamber, 
Truth  doth  ever  dwell; 

And  to  those  who  listen 
Life's  deep  secrets  tell. 


Heaven    WitHin 


OO  long  have  we  bent  all  our  energies 
To  reach  a  heaven  created  by  the  brain, 
And  there  be  saved  from  everlasting  pain, 
When  in  ourselves  lies  all  of  bliss  there  is. 
For  in  a  low  condition  of  the  mind 
A  hell  more  frightful  than  e'en  Dante  saw 
Or  Dore  by  his  mighty  brush  could  draw, 
We  can  within  its  loathsome  chambers  find. 

Christ  came  to  teach  us  how  to  saviours  be, 
By  daily  striving  some  live  word  to  speak; 
To  raise  the  fallen  and  make  strong  the  weak — 
His  is  the  truth  that  doth  from  bondage  free. 
Who  follows  in  the  footsteps  that  He  trod, 
Will  find  his  heaven  within  and  there  see  God. 


Regenerated 


BROWN  and  withered  atom 
I  lay  upon  life's  shore, 
O'er  which  wild  waves  came  crashing 
With  maddening,  deafening  roar. 


While  lying  faint  and  gasping, 
From  soundless  depths  within 

A  voice  spake  words  so  powerful 
They  rose  above  the  din. 


Then  with  a  mighty  effort, 
Although  so  near  to  die, 

Once  more  I  stood  upon  my  feet 
And  looked  into  the  sky. 

Into  my  withered  tissues 
I  drew  God's  vital  breath, 

Which  thrilling  through  my  being, 
Loosened  the  clutch  of  Death. 

Like  one  just  new-created 

I  set  sail  on  life's  sea, 
With  overmastering  passion 

To  serve  humanity. 


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California  Poppy 

Official  Flower  of  tKe  Golden  State 

To  the  California  Poppy 


ROM  thee,  thou  sun-kissed  flower, 

More  real  wealth  comes  to  me 
Than  what  is  hid  in  gold  mines 
Or  buried  in  the  sea. 

All  through  thy  life,  though  skies  may  change, 

Thy  sunshine  never  fails 
To  shed  its  brightness  all  around 

O'er  hills  and  meadow  dales. 

Were  the  first  pioneers  of  old, 

Who  came  here  seeking  gold, 
Too  deeply  steeped  in  glittering  dust 

To  watch  thy  buds  unfold? 

Some  of  them  must  have  written, 

When  the  day's  work  was  o'er, 
About  the  beauty  blooming 

Upon  the  Western  shore. 

While  gazing  in  thy  challice, 

Clairvoyant  grow  mine  eyes, 
And  see  where  in  the  future 

Love's  kingdom  shall  arise. 

In  it  those  with  abundance  blessed 

Give  generously  as  thou, 
For  to  no  God  of  Mammon,  then, 

Does  mankind  longer  bow. 

Now,  every  one  the  message  reads 

Within  this  beautiful  state, 
And  each  ship  that  nears  its  harbor 

Sails  through  a  "Golden  Gate." 


Song 

PON  a  sea  of  glory, 

Stretching  from  hill  to  bay, 
My  soul  with  sails  set  westward, 

Embarked  at  close  of  day. 


Above  the  sky  was  trembling 
With  color-waves  of  light, 

The  sun's  last  farewell  token, 
Today  ere  fall  of  night. 

Some  tender  tints  of  twilight 
Dropped  softly  from  the  sky, 

Giving  to  earth  the  signal, 
The  reign  of  night  was  nigh. 

Then  darkness  for  a  moment, 
O'er  all  the  world  held  sway, 

Till  myriad  glittering  star-beams, 
Pierced  through  it  ray  by  ray. 

So  soul  that  soareth  skyward, 
For  thee  is  no  real  night, 

What  comes  is  for  revealing 
Unto  thee  fuller  light. 

Blind  not  thine  eyes  so  that  they  cannot  see 
The  hidden  good  beneath  thy  grief  and  pain, 

That  joy  the  loss  of  which  thou  didst  complain 
Was  taken  by  love's  hand  to  set  thee  free. 


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From  what  would  keep  a  greater  joy  from  thee, 
Earth's  seeming  evils  never  prove  a  bane 

To  those  who  from  all  bitterness  refrain 
And  trust  themselves  to  love  implicitly. 

Unless  the  seed  deprived  of  light  had  lain 
Buried  a  season  in  the  dark  of  earth, 

Sufficiency  of  strength  it  could  not  gain 
To  give  the  beauty  sleeping  in  its  birth; 

Likewise,  O  soul,  impatience  bide  thy  time 
Till  loss  and  sorrow  bring  forth  joy  sublime. 


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Tiny   Hands 

HREE  tiny  blades  of  grass 
Whisper  to  those  who  pass, 
Like  us,  always  aspire 
To  climb  a  little  higher. 

Yet  do  not  scorn  the  ground, 
For  therein  may  be  found 
The  means  where  with  to  rise 
Nearer  unto  the  skies. 

Learn  to  contented  be, 
Where  God  for  us  He 
Knows  just  the  fittest  place 
For  you  to  grow  in  grace. 


The    New   Day 

O  FORTH  and  greet  the  day;  the  night  is 

done; 

Put  by  thy  past;  with  it  begin  anew; 
Come  forth  and  do  obeisance  to  the  sun, 
And  let  his  rays  enkindle  light  in  you. 


Life  is  too  precious,  and  too  fair  a  thing, 

To  let  one  day  of  it  unwelcome  go; 
Come  forth  and  greet  the  dawn,  and  with  it  sing, 

E'en  though  your  song  be  wrung  from  the  heart's 
woe 

Receive  each  hour,  as  if  it  were  a  gift, 
Sent  unto  you  with  tender,  loving  thoughts; 

Should  some  bring  clouds,  have  faith  that  they  will 

lift 
Or  through  their  falling  harvests  will  be  wrought. 

When,  toward  the  day,  this  attitude  you  take, 
Within  your  soul  the  morning's  joy  will  wake. 


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Upliftment 

BETHOUGHT  I  looked  upon  the  face  of 
Christ,  and  as  I  gazed  all  doubt 
ing  fled  away, 

For  in  His  presence  naught  but  truth 
can  stay. 

Desires  were  changed  and  what  had  once  enticed 
me  by  its  outward  beauty,  from  those  heights  where 
truth  and  beauty  are  as  one,  lost  power  o'er  me, 
for  at  this  most  uplifting  hour  alluring  things  in 
which  the  sense  delights,  charmed  me  no  more. 

I  was  so  filled  with  bliss  unspeakable.  Every  aspira 
tion  seemed  realized;  from  Him  inspiration  flowed 

to  my  soul,  like  to  a  holy  kiss.  It  touched  me,  awak 
ing  there  a  spirit  kin  to  His  own,  wide  love  the 
heart  of  it. 

Altho  my  life  in  outward  things 
Seem  cramped  and  mean  and  poor, 

Of  hidden  treasures  of  the  heart 
I  have  an  ample  store. 

The  picture  of  the  earth,  sea,  sky 

I  have  the  eyes  to  see, 
And  nature's  myriad  voices  sing 

The  sweetest  songs  to  me. 

Altho  no  fixed  abode  have  I, 

But  like  a  wanderer  roam, 
Builders  unseen  are  helping  me 

To  rear  a  lasting  home. 


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Its  turrets  tower  into  the  sky, 
Its  treasures,  rich  and  rare, 

Naught  can  corrupt  its  garden's  bloom 
With  blossoms  wondrous  fair. 

Into  its  inmost  chambers  love 

Entered  and  with  a  kiss 
Opened  for  me  another  world, 

One  steeped  in  light  and  bliss. 

Now  love  has  left  me  all  alone, 

Wherefore  need  I  repine; 
He  gave  to  me  this  gift  of  gifts — 

The  soul  of  all — for  mine. 


And  when  I  listened  to  its  voice, 

Far,  far  above  the  sod, 
I  soared  aloft  on  outspread  wings 

Unto  the  breast  of  God. 


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BirtHday  Message 

E  THIS  the  birthday  message  to  thy  soul, 
Let  none  save  God  thy  thoughts  and 

acts  control. 
Then  will  the  Spirit  grant  thee  for  thy 

dower 
The  gift  to  write  true  songs  of  deathless 

power. 

Songs  which  shall  live  within  the  hearts  of  men 
Long  after  thou  art  gone  and  give  again 
Some  measure  of  what  into  being  brought 
Their  words  of  life  with  inspiration  fraught, 
Each  day  draw  nearer  unto  Being's  heart 
Until  it  doth  unto  thine  own  impart 
The  perfect  rhythm  which  makes  its  every  beat 
Send  through  the  world  vibrations  strong  and  sweet. 


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The    Day's    Bringing 


BRING  to  some  life's  crowning  joy, 

To  some  its  bitterest  woe; 
Some  greet  me  with  their  brightest  smile, 

Some  with  the  tears  overflow. 


But  could  they  look  into  my  heart, 
E'en  those  who  suffer  pain; 

They'd  see  since  love  is  at  its  core, 
For  none  I  dawn  in  vain. 

I  bring  what  wisdom  I  can  find 

To  help  the  soul  to  soar 
Upon  the  wings  of  joy  or  grief 

Straightway  to  heaven's  own  door. 

Close  by  a  babbling  brook 

I  build  my  nest; 
Each  eve  its  rippling  notes 

Lull  me  to  rest. 

Each  morn  its  happy  voice 

Helps  me  to  rise 
And  out  on  life  to  look 

Through  hopeful  eyes. 

All  day  while  at  my  work, 

Its  silvery  tones 
Tell  how  to  smoothly  glide 

Over  rough  stones. 


Like  thee,  O  little  brook, 

Blithesome  I'd  be, 
For  are  we  not  both  bound 

Unto  the  sea? 

And  as  I  seaward  go 

Melody  make 
Which  will  responsive  chords 

In  others  wake. 

When  near  the  sea's  great  heart, 

Thro  ours  will  thrill 
Music  none  hear  until 

Earth's  noise  grows  still. 


Free  from  the  depths  of  ages'  dust, 
Wherein  it  hath  too  long  been  hid, 
The  living  beauty  of  the  word, 
Then  when  it  shines  forth  clear  and  bright 
Those  who  now  sit  in  doubt's  dark  night 
Will  strive  to  read  its  meaning  right, 
And  journey  onward  in  the  light  of  day. 

Let  thy  words  come  fresh  from  the  heart, 
For  only  thus  can  they  have  power 
To  speak  and  rouse  as  from  the  dead 
Those  who  now  slumber.    In  their  stead 
Live  men  should  walk  the  earth  made  free — 
Glad,  hopeful,  strong,  content  to  be 
One  with  God's  whole  eternal  plan  of  life. 


There  is  joy  at  the  heart  of  creation; 

The  song  which  it  sings  is  glad 
Tis  only  the  minor  surface  notes 

That  ring  with  a  cadence  sad. 

There  is  love  at  the  heart  of  being, 

So  great  it  embraces  all 
Nothing  save  what  in  good  results 

Can  any  soul  befall. 


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A   Sunflower 


BARE  back-yard  without  a  tree 
Had  one  spot  very  bright, 

For  there  a  single  fair  flower  grew 
Whose  face  turned  toward  the  light. 


Of  the  poor  soil  it  took  no  heed; 

From  a  high  source  it  drew 
The  halo  shining  round  its  head 

Of  golden-tinted  hue. 

Each  day  it  gladly  did  its  best 
/    To  brighten  its  small  world, 
When,  drooped  and  brown,  its  many  seeds 
Were  ready  to  unfold. 

Some  fell  to  earth,  some  in  a  heart, 

Where  they  took  root  aright; 
So  from  one  little  life  may  spring 

A  harvest  of  great  might. 


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Joy 

HERE  is  joy  at  the  heart  of  creation 
The  song  which  it  sings  is  glad; 
Tis  only  the  minor  surface  notes 
That  ring  with  a  cadence  sad. 

There  is  love  at  the  heart  of  being 

So  great  it  embraces  all. 
Nothing  save  what  in  good  results 

Can  any  soul  befall. 

Be  still  and  look  within, 
There  hushed  from  worldly  din 
The  voice  of  love  speaks  low 
All  that  the  soul  need  know. 

Be  still  and  seek  His  will, 
In  all  things  He  can  fill 
Thy  soul  so  full  of  calm, 
So  deep,  no  false  alarm 
Of  danger  can  decrease 
Thine  inmost  sense  of  peace. 

Fast  folded  in  His  love, 

From  harm  thou  art  secure, 
And  like  the  rocks  above, 

The  waves,  canst  storms  endure. 


Inspiration 

Y  SONGS  come  to  me  as  the  gift  of  God 
To  give  me  strength  when  all  of  mine 

was  spent, 
To  show  me  how  through  all  to  be 

content — 

Not  more  in  sunshine  than  when  times 
grow  hard. 

Teach  me,  O  Lord,  to  use  this  gift  aright; 

Write  thou  upon  the  tablets  of  my  heart 

The  truths  which  Thou  dost  wish  me  to  impart 

To  other  souls,  to  guide  them  to  the  light. 

Breathe  into  me  the  Spirit  of  the  Son 

That  I  may  live  for  others  as  did  He, 

Then  not  ashamed  shall  I  give  back  to  Thee 

What  Thou  didst  give,  when  my  day's  work  is  done. 

Sing  through  me  to  the  world  some  glad  refrain 

Of  that  sweet  song  of  life  that  drives  out  pain. 

Although  it  may  not  seem  to  thee 

Just  what  thy  wish  would  have  it  be, 

He  always  heedeth  thy  request 

And  sends  just  what  He  knows  is  best. 

Look  up,  oh!  be  not  sunk  in  woe. 

How  canst  thou  slight  His  promise  so? 

"A  bruised  reed  he  will  not  break," 

Nor  any  burdened  soul  forsake. 

Ask  and  receive,  and  lo;  thy  joy 

No  doubt  nor  sorrow  can  destroy. 

Knock  and  there  shall  open  wide 

Doors  that  wondrous  regions  hide. 


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Take  courage,  bid  thy  soul  rejoice; 

It  hath  been  granted  thee  free  choice 

Of  seeing  merely  trouble's  sting, 

Or  letting  it  new  insight  bring 

To  sense  the  inmost  heart  of  things. 

Not  tares,  but  wheat,  the  seed  will  reap, 

That  lie  within  the  heart  so  deep; 

That  daily  life  brings  with  it  new  delight 

And  I  am  taught  to  walk  by  faith,  not  sight; 

Those  things  that  once  brought  with  them  only  pain, 

Now  that  my  ears  have  caught  the  glad  refrain 

Of  heaven's  music,  show  what  I  deemed  loss 

Were  really  sent  for  my  exceeding  gain — 

To  help  me  learn  the  meaning  of  the  Cross! 

Thou  shalt  be  a  power  for  good, 

To  teach  mankind  true  brotherhood. 


The  power  from  on  high  enfills  my  soul! 

Away  from  me  the  clouds  of  darkness  roll! 

A  sense  of  His  abiding  presence  steals 

O'er  my  being,  the  comforter  reveals 

To  me  the  truth  I  so  long  sought  with  tears, 

Forever  past  are  those  tormenting  fears 

That  kept  me  sad  and  downcast  all  these  years; 

My  soul  rejoices  in  such  glorious  light 

That  daily  life  brings  with  it  new  delight 

And  I  am  taught  to  walk  by  faith,  not  sight; 

Those  things  that  once  brought  with  them  only  pain. 

Now,  that  my  ears  have  caught  the  glad  refrain 

Of  heaven's  music,  show  what  I  deemed  loss 

Were  really  sent  for  my  exceeding  gain 

To  help  me  learn  the  meaning  of  the  cross. 


53 


Thy  Will,   Not   Mine 

Hymn 


WOULD,  O  Father, 
That  this  will  of  mine 

May  ever  be 
Subservient  to  Thine. 

Do  unto  me 

As  seemeth  to  Thee  best, 
To  make  me  flee 

For  shelter  to  Thy  breast. 


"Know  the  power  of  self  and  smile  on  all." 

When  thou  has  conscious  grown, 

O  self  of  mine, 
That  thou  dost  draw  thy  life 

From  source  divine. 
Thou  wilt  cognizant  be 

Of  wondrous  power, 
And  all  good  things  of  life 

Shall  be  thy  dower. 

Thou  wilt  become  a  sun, 

And  from  thee  stream 
A  living  radiance 

On  all  to  beam. 


54 


The   Right   Touch 

SUNBEAM  fell  upon  a  clod  of  earth, 
And  by  its  shining  showed  the  glim 
mer  there 
Of  something  precious  that  revealed  its 

worth, 
So  seemingly  at  first  of  beauty  bare. 


An  instrument  in  silence  waited  long 

For  one  to  come  and  wake  the  music  there; 

A  touch,  a  freed  voice  pours  forth  notes  of  song 
That  rise  rejoicingly  upon  the  air. 

Men  are  but  clods,  their  souls  are  mute 

Until  the  Spirit  breathes  on  them  with  love  divine; 
Then  from  their  lips  drop  words  that  others  thrill 

And  with  an  inward  light  their  faces  shine. 


55 


A  Cloud-Rift 

ENSE  gloom  overspread  the  sky;  the  atmos 
phere 

Was  heavy  with  its  weight  of  tears  un 
shed. 
My  soul  lay  crushed  beneath  a  sense  of 

dread; 

From  Nature  suddenly  depression  fled; 
I  raised  my  eyes  and  from  the  deeps  overhead 
The  silver  rain  came  dropping  tear  by  tear. 

It  ceased,  the  air  was  blowing  light  and  clear, 
And  from  my  soul  the  burden  of  its  woe 
That  had  been  slowly  gathering  year  by  year 
Was  lifted,  for  it  felt  glad  joy  inflow. 
Imbibed  from  Nature's  joy  the  storm  was  o'er, 
Out  burst  the  sun  and  joy  grew  more  and  more. 


56 


Fogs 

HE  atmosphere  is  cold  and  thick  and  gray, 
A  veil  of  mist  obscures  the  rising  sun; 
The  fog-horn  sends  its  warning  o'er  the 

bay, 
The  day  seems  waning,  though  but 

just  begun. 
The  soul  is  cast  upon  itself  for  light, 

And  well,  indeed,  if  it  find  shining  there 
Rays  of  that  sun  which  never  knows  the  night, 

Nor  yet  doth  ever  shed  too  fierce  a  glare. 
But  should  it  find  its  chambers  likewise  dim, 

Beclouded  by  the  fogs  and  mists  of  earth, 
It  must  more  carefully  its  lamp  retrim, 

Refilling  with  an  oil  of  priceless  worth. 
Thus  may  a  soul  a  lighthouse  prove  to  be 
To  ships  becalmed  upon  life's  fog-girt  sea. 


57 


True  Success 


HOM  the  world  regards  a  failure, 
God  may  deem  a  great  success; 

Failure  caused  by  aiming  skyward 
Is  a  mark  of  nobleness. 


None  need  call  himself  a  failure 

Till  he  recognize  defeat; 
Souls  of  victors  truly  have  they 

Who  undaunted  ill  luck  meet. 

Better  than  to  rest  contented 
With  some  paltry  triumph  now, 

Is  to  be  forever  striving, 
Though  on  earth  an  uncrowned  brow 


58 


TKe   Master   Musician 


AM  the  instrument,  but  Thou,  O  Lord, 

The  Great  Musician  art,  so  play  on  me 
As  seemeth  best  to  Thee;  but  let  one  chord 
So  deeply  stir  my  soul  'twill  give  the  key 
'To  all  the  wealth  of  slumbering  melody 
Waiting  within  the  soul  of  every  man, 
Until  a  touch  like  Thine  shall  set  it  free. 

Teach  me  Thine  art,  so  that  I  likewise  can 
Bring  out  the  sweetest  notes  in  every  one 

With  whom  I  come  in  contact;  I  would  be 
Responsive  to  Thy  lightest  touch,  then  none 

Lacking  Thy  spirit  shall  have  power  o'er  me, 
And  all  the  music  Thou  dost  in  me  wake, 
In  lives  of  others  shall  true  concord  make. 


The    Kingdom    Come 


HE  beauty  of  Creation, 
The  promise  of  the  morn, 
The  spring-tide's  exultation, 

Make  us  hopeful  for  the  dawn 
Of  a  day  of  joy  and  brightness. 
In  swift  coming  future  times, 
When  hearts  full  of  happiness 

Join  in  melodious  chimes 
That  evennow  are  pealing — 

Though  far  distant,  on  the  air — 
Nearer,  nearer  they  are  stealing, 
Soon  we'll  hear  them  everywhere. 

Then,  then  with  gladsome  voices 

We  shall  hail  the  new-born  day, 
For  everything  rejoices 

Now  that  night  has  passed  away. 
Each  man  regards  his  neighbor, 

For  the  Golden  Rule  is  law, 
And  it  is  his  daily  labor 

To  put  by,  from  which  to  draw, 
A  fund  of  love  that  never  fails, 

But  groweth  more  and  more — 
The  receiver  and  the  giver 

Are  both  blessed  from  the  same  store. 


60 


The  meaning  of  true  brotherhood 

Is  fully  understood; 
The  will  of  man  and  nations 

Is  the  will  of  the  All  Good. 
Ah!  it  is  an  inspiration 

Just  to  breathe  in  the  same  air 
That  comes  in  sweet  vibrations 

From  souls  made  whole  and  fair. 
Earth  has  become  an  Eden, 

As  the  little  children  say; 
Now  none  need  long  for  heaven — 

Paradise  is  here  to  stay. 


61 


Prayer   for  Love 


ASK  thee,  Lord,  that  thou  wilt  give  to  me 
A  heart  so  full  of  love  for  all  my  kind, 

In  every  one  1  meet  mine  eyes  shall  see 
Some  likeness  there  which  shall  of  Thee 
remind. 


Why  are  we  taught  such  reverence  for  a  book, 
To  bow  the  knee  in  a  cathedral's  hall, 

While  with  a  careless  eye  too  oft  we  look 
On  man — who  of  Thy  works  is  chief  of  all? 


From  one,  however  worthless  seemingly, 
Bid  me  before  in  scorn  I  turn  away, 

Remember  that  in  God's  own  image  he 

created  to  regain  some  day; 
No  mark  divine  is  ever  quite  effaced, 

Love's  eyes  can  see  it  in  the  most  debased. 


62 


Conditions   of   GrowtH 


HE  soul  must  dwell  within  a  silence  deep, 
So  deep  that  no  intruder  there  can  creep, 
To  break  its  peaceful  calm  if  it  would  see 
Into  the  great  truths  of  eternity. 


It  must  its  every  window  open  wide 

If  it  would  in  the  light  of  heaven  abide, 

Must  drink  deep  draughts  drawn  from  life's  living 

fount, 
Would  it  gain  strength  wherewith  to  upward  mount. 

Must  into  all  its  inmost  being  breathe 
Jehovah's  breath  would  it  this  gift  receive, 
The  Spirit's  power  enable  it  to  be 
A  helpful  force  unto  humanity. 


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CHrist's    Second    Coming 

;OON  we  shall  feel  deep  pulsations 

Vibrating  through  the  earth; 
Travail-time  draws  near  for  the  nations 
To  give  the  new-order  birth. 

And  a  glorious  star  is  rising, 

Like  that  on  the  blessed  morn, 
Which  led  the  shepherds,  their  watch  surprising, 

To  where  the  Christ-child  was  born. 

Then  He  was  born  in  a  manger, 

But  now  in  the  hearts  of  men; 
Of  war  there  will  be  no  danger 

When  Christ  shall  thus  come  again. 

The  doors  of  the  prisons  will  open — 

They  will  be  needed  no  more, 
For  peace  and  good-will  have  been  spoken, 

And  none  are  evil  or  poor. 

Upon  the  Cross  the  world  for  ages 
Has  nailed  the  Christ  o'er  and  o'er; 

Now  it  seeks  to  undo  the  traces 

Of  the  wounds  He  there  for  us  bore. 

"And  if  I  be  uplifted, 

All  men  will  unto  me  draw" 
Is  fulfilled,  for,  regenerated, 

Mankind  has  learned  Love's  high  law. 


64 


Service 

HE  Master  washed  his  disciples'  feet, 
The  Father's  will  was  his  daily  meat; 
Though  oft  the  way  was  rough  and  steep, 
He  took  to  save  some  wandering  sheep, 
And  with  briers  his  hands  were  torn, 
Time  came  his  crown  of  thorns  was  worn 
With  a  majesty  no  king  could  scorn. 


65 


'Not  Every  One  That  SaitH  Unto 
Me,  Lord,  Lord,  Etc. 


KNOW  ye  not — depart  from  me 
Ye  workers  of  iniquity; 
Although  ye  saith  to  me  "Lord,  Lord!" 
Your  lives  with  it  do  not  accord. 


With  tender  hands  ye  never  led 
The  faltering  feet,  nor  have  ye  fed 
The  hungry  with  my  living  bread; 
Go  make  your  home  among  the  dead. 

For  heaven's  fair  kingdom  is  for  such, 
Who  with  their  brothers  keep  in  touch, 
Who  earnestly  through  life  have  tried 
To  live  as  did  the  Crucified. 


66 


Prayer 


REE  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  selfish  thought 

That  I  may  live  in  service  for  the  all, 
Take  any  means  Thy  wisdom  shows  is 

best 

To  break  the  chains  which  keep  in 
Selfhood's  thrall. 


Help  me  to  rise  above  my  cares  and  griefs 
In  thinking  of  the  good  which  I  may  do, 

When  naught  impedes  the  inflow  of  that  life, 
Whose  entrance  doth  with  love  for  all  imbue. 


67 


To    tKe   Healer 

PEN  thy  soul  so  wide  to  the  inflow, 
Of  life  and  health  and  strength  from 

source  above, 

Thou  art  no  longer  fearful  the  outflow 
Will  leave  thee  emptied,  freely  give 
in  love. 

For  the  supply,  aye,  equals  the  demand; 

In  God's  fair  kingdom  all  is  offered  free, 
He  only  asks  obey  ye  this  command: 

"As  ye  receive,  so  give  again  to  me." 

Each  day  go  out  and  seek  some  needy  soul 
In  midst  of  plenty  hungering  for  that  Bread, 

Sent  down  from  heaven  to  make  all  strong  and  whole, 
Who  are  upon  its  substance  daily  fed, 

Ere  thou  canst  break  this  bread  live  all  the  while 
So  near  to  God  that  nothing  can  defile. 


68 


Generosity 

EE  how  the  flower  so  holds  its  cup 
That  the  sun's  warmth  may  fill  it  up 
With  strength  to  grow  and  nectar  prepare 
For  bees  to  sup  and  still  have  more 
That  others  may  the  sweetness  share. 

Go  fill  thy  soul  with  dews  of  heaven, 
Give  and  ever  give,  let  no  thought  of  having 
Naught  for  self  intrude,  for  Love's  mighty  leaven 
Makes  the  heart  expand  to  bless  all  living. 


69 


Judge    Not 

'NLESS  we  could  have  God's  all-seeing  eye, 
Which  looks  beyond  outward  appear 
ances, 

Let  us  forbear  to  judge  another  by 
Either  his  acts  or  his  deficiencies. 

What  we  so  scorn  in  others  might  be  ours 
Were  we  to  have  the  like  environment; 

For  illustration  take  two  human  flowers, 
Guard  one  with  care  but  have  the  other  sent 

Where  it  must  daily  breathe  polluted  air, 
Think  you  they'd  show  the  same  development  ? 

One  grows  as  was  intended  straight  and  fair, 

The  other  manifests  a  stunted  growth; 
God  understands  and  justly  judges  both. 


Let  Thy  Light  Shine 


HOU  canst  keep  some  corner  bright 
If  thou  shed  thy  little  light; 
Help  to  dissipate  the  gloom, 
Of  a  sorrow-shadowed  room. 


Never  mind  how  weak  it  seem, 
Though  it  only  cast  one  gleam, 
When  'tis  kindled  by  a  spark 
From  that  Light  which  ne'er  grows  dark. 

It  will  always  brightly  glow 
When  'tis  fed  by  Love's  pure  glow, 
Then  wherever  thou  dost  go, 
Sunshine  from  thee  shall  outflow. 


71 


God's   Poverty   Cure 


°  NOT  be  concerned  in  getting, 
But  in  giving  what  thou  hast; 

All  about  us  freely  offer 

What  of  wealth  they  have  amassed. 

Nature's  voices  give  us  music 
Than  paid  orchestra's  more  grand; 

Sunlight  paints  with  magic  brushes 
Pictures  fair  on  sea  and  land. 

Each  day  with  its  priceless  treasures 

Comes  a-knocking  at  our  door. 
Is  there  need  amidst  such  riches 

That  a  single  man  be  poor? 

Long  ago  there  walked  among  us 
One  whose  mighty  words  still  speak; 

Trust  his  promise,  "All  things  have  ye 
Who  will  first  heaven's  kingdom  seek." 

In  no  undiscovered  country 

Is  this  kingdom  to  be  found, 
But  in  hearts  where  love  and  mercy 

Make  thoughts  kindly  to  abound. 

Thoughts  which  blossom  out  in  doing 

For  the  universal  good; 
Individual  wants  are  fully 

By  the  Father  understood. 


72 


"Am  I  My  Brother's  Keeper" 

HEN  once  a  man  begins  to  run  down 

hill, 
Would  those  who  seem  to  help  him 

on  his  way 
Extend  a  friendly  hand — show  him 

good-will — 
Twould  probably  his  downward  progress  stay. 

Cheered  by  the  kindly  word,  he'd  change  his  course, 
And  once  more  try  the  steep  path  to  ascend; 

Behind  him  he  would  feel  an  unseen  force 
Helping  him  onward  to  his  journey's  end. 

Am  1  my  brother's  keeper?    Yes  and  no. 

Not  his  to  bind,  but  with  him  sympathize 
When  footsore  his  steps  flag  and  head  droops  low; 

To  lift  him  up,  encourage  him  to  rise. 

Many  unknown  to  fame  might  have  been  crowned 
With  laurels  had  the  needed  aid  been  given; 

Many  a  one  whose  name  is  world  renowned 

Attained  his  goal  through  kind  words  fitly  spoken. 


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Recompense 

ETHINKS  when  all  the  sheaves  are  gath 
ered  in, 
And  men  await  their  portion  of  the 

grain, 
Not  those  who  worked,  though  well, 

for  their  own  gain 

The  larger  share  of  gleanings  then  will  win; 
But  those  whose  love  for  all  of  human-kind 
Kept  them  from  being  on  self-ends  intent, 
When  by  the  Lord  of  harvest  called  will  find 
That  ne'er  in  vain  is  life  for  others  spent. 
He  whose  aim  is  to  serve  the  common  weal 

Draws  to  himself  a  goodly  heritage 
Of  riches,  so  enduring  and  so  real 

They  last  his  soul  for  aye,  from  age  to  age; 
And  as  all  self-hood  dies,  he  grows  as  one 

With  Him  who  died  for  others,  though  God's  Son. 


Love's  Power 

OVE'S   power  can  triumph   over  every 
thing — 

The  greatest  human  wreck  can  be  re 
claimed 
When  to  his  aid  Love  doth  her  forces 

bring; 

One  look  of  hers  does  more  than  all  who  blamed. 
Nothing  of  good  can  long  escape  her  eyes; 

Howe'er  repulsive  be  the  outer  form, 
It  is  to  Love  but  as  a  thin  disguise 

Through  which  shows  what  can  utterly  transform. 
E'en  one  who  seems  fast  bound  unto  the  sod — 

No  aspiration  to  aught  higher  scan — 
Is  known  by  Love  as  embryonic  God, 

Awaiting  recognition's  talisman. 
Thus  doth  she  prove  akin  all  she  may  meet — 
Kings  in  the  palace,  beggars  in  the  street. 


Sympathy 

PICKED  a  little  flower  up  from  the  ground — . 

A  careless  hand  had  flung  it  there  to  die; 

Since  Love  forbade  that  I  should  pass  it  by, 

I  bore  it  home  just  as  it  was  and  found, 
Although  so  badly  crushed  and  foully  stained, 
Something  of  life  and  beauty  still  remained. 
When  given  a  drink  and  freed  from  all  its  stains 
It  tried,  methinks,  to  thank  me  for  my  pains, 
And  once  more  raised  its  head,  looking  so  glad. 
Thoughts  came  to  me  of  how  to  help  the  sad, 
Down-trodden  ones  a  proud  world  deems  outcast 
From  all  things  good;  did  we  but  know  their  past 
How  often  we  should  find  their  beauty  marred, 
Not  through  their  fault,  only  by  others  scarred. 


True  Success 


HOM  the  world  regards  a  failure, 
God  may  deem  a  great  success; 

Failure  caused  by  aiming  skyward 
Is  a  mark  of  nobleness. 


None  need  call  himself  a  failure 

Till  he  recognize  defeat; 
Souls  of  victors  truly  have  they 

Who  undaunted  ill  luck  meet. 

Better  than  to  rest  contented 
With  some  paltry  triumph  now, 

Is  to  be  forever  striving, 
Though  on  earth  an  uncrowned  brow 


Prayer 

NSPIRE  me,  O  God,  I  pray, 

So  I  may  give  again 
Of  all  that  I  receive  from  Thee 

To  bless  my  fellow-men. 

Inspire  me  and  ope  mine  ears, 
Make  them  receptive  be 

Unto  that  stream  of  melody 
Which  ever  flows  from  Thee. 

Inspire  me  to  live  alway, 
So  that  my  life  may  prove 

To  all  that  come  within  its  scope, 
The  wondrous  power  of  love. 


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A  Message 

E  UP  and  doing, 

It  is  day, 
|The  sun  is  high 

Upon  his  way. 

Like  him  go  shed 
Thy  rays  abroad, 

Scatter  them  freely, 
None  of  them  hoard 

Be  this  thy  joy 
To  give  to  all, 

Unmindful  where 
They  chance  to  fall. 

Thy  part  it  is 

To  simply  shine, 
The  outcome  leaving 

To  Love  Divine. 


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Desires   Three 

WOULD  inhale  while  on  the  mount  of 
vision, 

Such  measure  of  its  rarefied  fine  air, 
Each  exhalation  while  down  in  the  valley, 

Might  purify  the  noxious  vapors  there. 

I  would  my  soul  were  filled  so  full  of  sunshine 
That  flows  from  him  who  is  the  Sun  of  life, 

Where'er  I  go  some  of  its  bright  reflection 

Might  change  the  skies  of  others  with  clouds  rife. 

That  it  might  ever  send  forth  those  vibrations, 
Which  felt,  must  every  thought  of  ill  remove, 

I  would  this  heart  of  mine  were  set  pulsating 
In  tune  with  his  whose  sweetest  name  is  Love. 


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Charity 

,  HY  heart  should  so  overflow  with  love  for 

all, 

On  those  whom  thou  regardest  as  un 
clean, 

Thou  wilt  thy  cloak  of  charity  let  fall, 
To  cover  what  were  better  left  unseen. 

As  Cinderella  in  the  tale  of  old, 
Into  a  lovely  princess  was  transformed, 

So  through  the  eyes  of  love  thou  wilt  behold, 
The  noble  born  though  outwardly  deformed. 

Henceforward  let  it  be  thy  daily  care 
To  remove  aught  impeding  the  free  flow 

Of  that  true  life  which  maketh  all  things  fair, 
And  causeth  man  in  God-likeness  to  grow; 

When  conscious  of  that  life  a  light  will  shine 
Upon  thy  path  to  show  all  men  divine. 


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LiKe    a    Streamlet 


^  IKE  a  streamlet  we  should  be, 
Make  for  others  melody 
As  we  journey  toward  the  sea, 

Ere  within  the  main  we  hide 
In,  its  great  heart  to  abide; 
It  has  scattered  far  and  wide 
Joy  and  freshness  everywhere, 
Giving  unto  all  a  share 
Of  what  keeps  it  glad  and  fair. 

Leaving  all  along  its  wake 

Green  things,  growing  flowers  and  brake — 

Living  just  for  other's  sake. 


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Influence 


>F  THOU  wilt  draw  thy  inspiration  from 
The  never  failing  fount  of  life  above, 

i  A  blessing  to  the  world  thou  wilt  become, 
And  thy  whole  life  express  the  widest 
love. 

Then  although  fame  forget  thy  name  to  breathe 
Upon  the  unwrit  history  of  the  race, 

Thou  surely  wilt  a  lasting  impress  leave, 
One  which  e'en  time  itself  cannot  deface. 

From  those  who  with  the  highest  in  touch  keep, 
Influence  flows  which  will  outlast  the  grave, 

For  like  a  stream  that  digs  its  channels  deep, 
Twill  sink  into  men's  hearts  and  many  save 

From  stagnant  waters,  unseen  by  the  eye 
Its  presence  there,  their  thoughts  will  purify. 


Heaven  WltHin 

OO  long  have  we  bent  all  our  energies 
To  reach  a  heaven  created  by  the  brain, 
And  there  be  saved  from  everlasting  pain, 
'When  in  ourselves  lies  all  of  bliss  there  is. 
For  in  a  low  condition  of  the  mind 
A  hell  more  frightful  than  e'en  Dante  saw 
Or  Dore  by  his  mighty  brush  could  draw, 
We  can  within  its  loathsome  chambers  find. 

Christ  came  to  teach  us  how  to  saviours  be, 
By  daily  striving  some  live  word  to  speak; 
To  raise  the  fallen  and  make  strong  the  weak — 
His  is  the  truth  that  doth  from  bondage  free. 
Who  follows  in  the  footsteps  that  He  trod, 
Will  find  his  heaven  within  and  there  see  God. 


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Regenerated 

BROWN  and  withered  atom 

I  lay  upon  life's  shore, 
O'er  which  wild  waves  came  crashing 

With  maddening,  deafening  roar. 

While  lying  faint  and  gasping, 

From  soundless  depths  within 
A  voice  spake  words  so  powerful 

They  rose  above  the  din. 

Then  with  a  mighty  effort, 

Although  so  near  to  die, 
Once  more  I  stood  upon  my  feet 

And  looked  into  the  sky. 

Into  my  withered  tissues 

I  drew  God's  vital  breath, 
Which  thrilling  through  my  being, 

Loosened  the  clutch  of  Death. 

Like  one  just  new-created 

I  set  sail  on  life's  sea, 
With  overmastering  passion 

To  serve  humanity. 


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The   Christ   Within 


AM  yearning  for  the  coming 

Into  this  heart  of  mine 
Of  the  Christ-child,  pure  and  holy, 

Born  of  the  Love  Divine. 


Therefore,  while  I  am  waiting, 
I  will  make  my  dwelling  fair; 

Of  everything  unseemly 
Will  sweep  its  chambers  bare. 

Should  any  thought  of  evil 
Have  found  a  harboring, 

I'll  open  wide  my  casements 
And  from  my  portals  fling. 

Oft  keenest  pain  and  anguish 
The  richest  blessing  bring, 

So  ere  I  gain  my  heart's  desire 
I  must  pass  through  suffering. 

But  when  my  hour  cometh, 

And  in  travail  am  I, 
I  shall  forget  my  agony 

In  listening  for  His  cry. 

His  birth  will  prove  unto  me 

A  resurrection  morn; 
Forth  from  the  tomb  of  self-hood 

My  spirit  be  reborn. 


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Forever  evil  passions 
Have  lost  their  power  o'er  me; 

I  pray  for  those  who  curse  me, 
Or  use  despitefully. 

Through  eyes  full  of  compassion 

My  fellow  men  I  view; 
See  'neath  the  meanest  faces 

Gleams  of  the  good  and  true. 

I  seek  the  weak  and  erring, 

And  take  them  to  my  heart; 
I  heal  the  sick  and  wounded 

With  heavenly  Christ-like  art. 

In  every  word  and  action 

The  Christ-child  works  through  me, 
Since  with  Him  and  the  Father 

I  have  grown  one  to  be. 

Love's  touch  is  on  my  brow  and  on  my  lips, 
Her  holiest  kiss,  therefore  my  heart's  glad, 
With  gladness  drawn  from  the  great  heart  of  all, 
Whose  every  beat  gives  forth  as  waves  of  joy, 
Wherewith  to  bless, 

So  likewise  I  diffuse 

Some  measure  of  that  which  I  have  received, 
And  by  my  very  presence  witness 
Of  happiness,  naught  earthly  can  destroy. 

Love  opens  in  the  soul  an  inner  fount, 
Whence  flows  a  stream  of  joy  and  melody 
Which  will,  if  fed  aright, 
And  through  life's  journey  make  a  pathway  bright, 


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Unbound 

SAD  SOUL!  moaning  in  the  web  which 

Fate 
Hath  spun  around  thee  so  thou  canst 

not  fly! 
Be  still!     No  more  bewail  thine  abject 

state, 

For  thee  deliverance  soon  draweth  nigh; 
A  voice  from  soundless  depths  the  secret  tells; 

Nothing  can  bind  a  soul  whose  thoughts  are  stayed 
Upon  eternal  things,  for  in  it  dwells 

A  consciousness  which  makes  it  unafraid. 
It  looks  beyond  the  seeming  to  the  real; 

Knows  that,  which  here  apparently  doth  bind, 
Doth  make  it  reach  out  after  the  ideal, 

Helps  it  the  freedom  of  the  truth  to  find; 

And  now,  at  will,  it  soars  above  the  world; 

Fate  can  no  longer  keep  its  pinions  furled. 


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Brotherhood 

HE  Fatherhood  of  God, 
The  Brotherhood  of  man, 

Once  realized,  lift  from  the  sod — 
Reveal  Creation's  plan. 


One  Father  of  us  all, 

One  common  aim  for  each — 
To  listen  humbly  for  his  call, 

And  His  perfection  reach. 

One  universal  good, 

From  which  we  all  must  draw 
Until  the  truth  is  understood — 

Love's  whole  redemptive  law. 
Once  walked  upon  the  earth 

A  Brother  true,  indeed; 
His  teaching  gave  the  soul  new  birth- 

His  words  of  life  still  feed. 

He  came  to  teach  that  Love, 
And  not  the  threatening  rod, 

Will  every  evil  thing  remove 
Between  men's  souls  and  God. 

No  longer  eye  for  eye — 
He  said:    Forgive,  forgive; 

Have  love  so  broad,  so  deep,  so  high, 
It  gives  as  God  doth  give. 


His  boundless  charity 

Embraces  everyone; 
To  good  and  bad  the  rain  is  free, 

Upon  all  shines  the  sun. 

So  let  us  mindful  be 

To  give  as  we  receive; 
Leaving  to  God  what  faults  we  see, 

Ours  is  it  to  relieve. 

What  hurts  one  hurts  us  all, 
Our  joys  we  share  with  each; 

Broken  for  aye  is  self-hood's  thrall 
The  Golden  Rule  we  preach. 


Together  bound  are  we; 

Our  Father,  the  All-Good, 
Unites  us  in  one  family, 

A  loving  Brotherhood. 


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LriKe  a  Streamlet 


IKE  a  streamlet  we  should  be, 

Make  for  others  melody 

As  we  journey  toward  the  sea, 

Ere  within  the  main  we  hide 
In  its  great  heart  to  abide; 
It  has  scattered  far  and  wide 
Joy  and  freshness  everywhere, 
Giving  unto  all  a  share 
Of  what  keeps  it  glad  and  fair. 

Leaving  all  along  its  wake 

Green  things,  growing  flowers  and  brake  — 

Living  just  for  other's  sake. 


TKe  Larger  Life 

O  OUT  into  the  larger  life,  my  child, 
Go  out  and  seek  the  fallen  and  the 

weak; 

s^  ^     Show  them,  however  much  they  are  de 
filed, 

They  have   a   friend   in   thee;   most 
gently  speak. 

Tell  them  of  One  who  never  turns  away 
From  any  who  to  Him  repentant  come; 

He  only  asks  ye  will  His  call  obey — 
Ye  weary  ones,  ye  heavy  laden,  come. 

Go  put  thy  petty  cares  and  griefs  from  thee; 

They  look  too  small  compared  with  others'  wrong. 
Love  not  thyself  save  in  humanity, 

And  sing  unto  it  some  sweet  heaven-caught  song. 


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TKe  Unsung  Songs 

HE  sweetest  songs  as  yet  have  not  been 

sung; 

They  wait  in  silence  deep 
For  one  to  come  whose  voice  shall  have 

the  power 
To  waken  them  from  sleep. 

He  must  be  one  whose  heart  is  kept  in  tune 

With  that  grand  music  sweet, 
Which  doth  forever  through  the  Universe 

In  wordless  rhythm  beat. 


He  must  have  love  for  all  created 

However  weak  or  small, 
In  loving  service  find  his  chief  delight 

Done  for  the  good  of  all. 

With  nature  he  must  close  communion  hold 

His  senses  to  refine, 
Until  upon  his  listening  ear  shall  fall 

Her  melodies  divine. 

He  must  so  live  unto  the  Spirit's  touch 

He  will  responsive  be, 
Then  from  his  lips  inspiring  words  of  life 

Will  pour  exultingly. 


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E'en  Now 

'EN  now,  when  everything  seems  going 

from  thee, 

If  thou  wilt  strive  to  live  a  life  of  trust, 
These  words  of  comfort  will  be  set  vi 
brating; 
God  will  not  let  thee  perish  in  the  dust. 


Uplifted  eyes  will  look  beyond  the  seeming; 

Behold  arising  from  this  vale  of  sense 
A  mount  upon  whose  summit  angels  beckon, 

Offering  to  those  who  gain  it  joys  intense. 

Be  not  discouraged;  start  with  steadfast  purpose 
To  scale  the  heights,  however  steep  they  be; 

Falter  thy  footsteps  ?    Keep  a  dauntless  spirit, 
Then  unseen  hands  will  reach  themselves  to  thee. 


Doing  Good 


-  ONG  ago  there  walked  among  us 

One  whose  mighty  words  still  speak, 
Trust  His  promise  "All  things  have  ye 
Who  will  first  heaven's  kingdom  seek." 

In  no  undiscovered  country 

Is  this  kingdom  to  be  found, 
But  in  hearts  where  love  and  mercy 

Make  thoughts  kindly  to  abound. 

Thoughts  which  blossom  out  in  doing 

For  the  universal  good, 
Individual  wants  are  fully 

By  the  Father  understood. 

A  heart  received  a  barbed  word, 
Which  cut  it  like  a  two-edged  sword; 

Quivering  with  pain  it  nearly  broke, 
But  in  the  end  true  strength  awake. 

The  pain  was  there  allowed  to  lie, 

Just  long  enough  until  thereby 
Grew  knowledge  how  to  others  bring 

Some  succour  in  their  suffering; 
Then!  then!  at  last  was  gone  the  sting. 


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With  firm  intent  to  reach  my  goal 
I  upward  press,  nor  do  I  mind 

How  rough  the  path,  for  in  my  soul 
New  life  I  find. 

Which  groweth  stronger  day  by  day 
As  I  inhale  the  atmosphere 

Of  mountain  heights  upon  the  way 
So  pure,  so  clear. 

When  notes  of  trouble 

Float  on  the  air, 
One  word,  "Love  others," 

Brings  music  rare. 

It  gives  the  courage 

To  go  through  life 
Full  of  rejoicing 

In  midst  of  strife. 

Garners  the  sweetness 

From  bitterest  things, 
Gives  by  its  touching 

To  soul  its  wings. 

On  then  it  soareth, 

Up  to  the  sky, 
Where  it  discovers 

Love  cannot  die. 


Thy  Will.  Not  Mine' 

Hymn 

WOULD,  O  Father, 
That  this  will  of  mine 

May  ever  be 

Subservient  to  Thine. 


Do  unto  me 

As  seemeth  to  Thee  best, 
To  make  me  flee 

For  shelter  to  Thy  breast. 

"Know  the  power  of  self  and  smile  on  all." 

When  thou  has  conscious  grown, 

O  self  of  mine, 
That  thou  dost  draw  thy  life 

From  source  divine. 

Thou  wilt  cognizant  be 

Of  wondrous  power, 
And  all  good  things  of  life 

Shall  be  thy  dower. 

Thou  wilt  become  a  sun, 

And  from  thee  stream 
A  living  radiance 

On  all  to  beam. 


Refraction 

N  ARROW  speeding  through  the  air 
Smote  a  lone  bird  that  hovered  there. 
Fluttering  its  wings,  it  heaved  a  sigh, 
Then  fell  upon  the  earth  to  die. 
A  passerby  who  saw  the  bird 

Was  by  its  cry  of  anguish  stirred. 

He  drew  the  arrow  from  its  breast, 

With  healing  balm  its  wounds  he  dressed. 

The  little  life  that  in  it  breathed 

Grew  stronger  as  it  care  received. 

Had  not  Love  Death's  course  it  must 

Too  soon  have  passed  into  the  dust. 

Weary  sojourner 

Beside  the  sea, 
God's  loving  kindness 

Protecteth  thee. 

Wherefore  be  lonely? 

There's  one  is  near 
Who  watcheth  o'er  thee — 

Then  have  no  fear. 


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Salvation 


^^  ISTEN!     In  the  silence  and  in  solitude 
\Ci  A    there  is  strength.    There  the  voice  of  God 
speaks  to  the  soul,  directing,  guiding  and 
giving  it  full  power. 

In  the  sanctuary  of  thine  own  soul 
there  is  rest.    There  the  Most  High  hath 
enshrined  His  tabernacle. 
Peace,  peace  be  still! 

The  Master  faileth  never, 
Joy  will  enfill 

The  soul  that  trusteth  ever. 
Through  the  tempest  raging 

In  the  weary  soul, 
Hear  the  Master  saying, 
"I  have  full  control." 
Only  wait  with  patience 
Till  the  storm  is  past, 
With  a  holy  silence 

Rest  will  come  at  last. 
Out  of  the  heart  of  the  silence 

Things  of  beauty  unfold, 
With  their  message  of  thanksgiving 
Unto  all  the  world. 

Live  always  for  thy  best, 

Then  when  night  draweth  nigh 
Thou  canst  in  peace  repose, 

For  thou  hast  earned  true  rest  and  happiness. 

No  other  life  can  give 

Thee  joy,  nor  hope  to  be 
A  help  to  souls  rejoiced, 

Truth's  message  to  receive  to  set  them  free. 


Arise,  then!  Girt  thee  round 

With  strength  that  faileth  not; 
Go  forth,  let  loving  deeds 

Along  thy  path  be  found — speak  words  of  cheer. 
So  shalt  thou  come  ere  long 

To  mountain  heights  of  song, 
Where  reigneth  harmony 

And  truth  and  beauty  dwell  in  perfectness. 

Purity  of  spirit  must  manifest  itself  in  activity. 
Stagnation  breeds  disease  and  death.  What  of  truth 
is  revealed  inwardly  give  forth  outwardly  to  bless  thy 
brother  man. 

Live  the  sermons  you  would  preach.  Be  yourself 
a  message  to  the  world. 

Seek  thy  inspiration  from  the  highest — let  no 
human  medium  intervene  between  thy  soul  and  the 
true  free  revealing  direct  from  the  source  of  all  life 
and  wisdom.  So  shalt  thou  come  into  a  conscious 

union  with  God  the  Father,  even  as  did  Christ  Jesus. 
Great  things  from  small  beginnings  grow  and  their 
growth  is  slow.    To  hasten  growth  too  often  kills  or 
dwarfs  the  thing  to  be  made  manifest.    Lift  up  thy 
heart  to  the  light;  let  thy  growing  be  the  Spirit's  care. 
There  are  many  laborers  at  work  in  His  vineyard, 
but  the  Master  has  need  of  thee  also. 

The  Father  must  to  thee  true  wisdom  give, 

Ere  thou  the  truth  canst  teach. 
For  he  who  hath  the  Spirit's  power 

The  hearts  of  man  can  reach. 
I  will  to  him  true  inspiration  give 

That  he  may  be  God's  messenger  to  souls, 
Awaiting  knowledge  of  the  way  to  live, 
To  cast  out  Sorrow's  sting  and  gain  repose. 


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The  flowers,  the  sunlight,  the  sea  and  the  sky 

Each  offers  its  wealth  to  the  passerby. 

To  him  who  is  wise  to  receive  it, 

He  takes  this  gift  to  his  inmost  heart 

And  gives  it  forth  as  a  deathless  thought, 

Thereby  making  the  whole  world  sweeter. 


Rejoice !  in  the  glory 

That  shineth  so  free; 
Some  of  its  radiance 

Falls  e'en  upon  thee. 

0  keep  thy  heart  holy, 
Walk  on  in  its  light 
Till  life  transfigured  be. 

Rejoice  in  the  glad  thought — 
All  is  good  and  fair. 
Things  in  darkness  once  sought 
Are  the  Father's  care; 
He  knoweth  thy  needs, 
And  in  wisdom  heeds 
Thy  cry  and  gives  to  thee. 
Rejoice!  night  time  is  past; 
Full  day  dawneth  at  last; 
Love  rules  over  the  world, 
Flags  of  peace  are  unfurled. 
Discord  is  over, 
Men  now  discover 

Truth  that  makes  equal  and  free. 

1  will  guide  him  day  by  day 
Nearer  to  the  goal  he  seeketh; 
Give  to  him  just  what  he  needeth, 
Tell  to  him  what  words  to  say 
To  the  hungry  souls  awaiting 

Bread  that  gives  the  strength  for  living 
In  full  accord  with  law  Divine. 


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Realization 

HE  power  from  on  high  enfills  my  soul! 
Away  from  me  the  clouds  of  darkness 

roll! 

A  sense  of  His  abiding  presence  steals 
O'er  my  being,  the  comforter  reveals 

To  me  the  truth  I  so  long  sought  with 
tears, 

Forever  past  are  those  tormenting  fears 
That  kept  me  sad  and  downcast  all  these  years; 
My  soul  rejoices  in  such  glorious  light 
That  daily  life  brings  with  it  new  delight 
And  I  am  taught  to  walk  by  faith,  not  sight; 
Those  things  that  once  brought  with  them  only  pain. 
Now,  that  my  ears  have  caught  the  glad  refrain 
Of  heaven's  music,  show  what  I  deemed  loss 
Were  really  sent  for  my  exceeding  gain 
To  help  me  learn  the  meaning  of  the  cross. 

Although  it  may  not  seem  to  thee 
Just  what  thy  wish  would  have  it  be, 
He  always  heedeth  thy  request 
And  sends  just  what  He  knows  is  best. 

Look  up,  oh!  be  not  sunk  in  woe. 
How  canst  thou  slight  His  promise  so? 
"A  bruised  reed  he  will  not  break," 
Nor  any  burdened  soul  forsake. 


Ask  and  receive,  and  lo;  thy  joy 
No  doubt  nor  sorrow  can  destroy. 
Knock  and  there  shall  open  wide 
Doors  that  wondrous  regions  hide. 

Take  courage,  bid  thy  soul  rejoice; 
It  hath  been  granted  thee  free  choice 
Of  seeing  merely  trouble's  sting, 
Or  letting  it  new  insight  bring 
To  sense  the  inmost  heart  of  things. 

Not  tares,  but  wheat,  the  seed  will  reap, 
That  lie  within  the  heart  so  deep; 

Thou  shalt  be  a  power  for  good, 
To  teach  mankind  true  brotherhood. 


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Completeness 

H,  FOOLISH  one!  None  but  the  Over- 
soul 

Is  great  enough  to  satisfy  thy  own; 

Be  one  with  it,  for  then  thou  shalt  be 
whole, 

And  never  more  feel  that  thou  art  alone. 

"He  giveth  His  beloved  in  their  sleep" 
The  truths  which  we  are  ready  to  receive; 
No  life  can  be  too  hard,  no  path  too  steep, 
For  those  who  fully  all  His  words  believe. 

Make  the  word  flesh  as  did  the  Son  of  Man; 
He  came  to  earth  to  teach  us  how  complete 
All  life  might  be  when  God's  eternal  plan 
Is  understood  and  with  His  our  hearts  beat. 


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THe  Larger  Life 

O  OUT  into  the  larger  life,  my  child, 
Go  out  and  seek  the  fallen  and  the 

weak; 

Show  them,  however  much  they  are  de 
filed, 

They  have  a  friend  in  thee;  most 
gently  speak. 

Tell  them  of  One  who  never  turns  away 
From  any  who  to  Him  repentant  come; 

He  only  asks  ye  will  His  call  obey — 
Ye  weary  ones,  ye  heavy  laden,  come. 

Go  put  thy  petty  cares  and  griefs  from  thee; 

They  look  too  small  compared  with  others'  wrong. 
Love  not  thyself  save  in  humanity, 

And  sing  unto  it  some  sweet  heaven-caught  song. 


TKc  Unsung  Songs 

HE  sweetest  songs  as  yet  have  not  been 

sung; 

They  wait  in  silence  deep 
For  one  to  come  whose  voice  shall  have 

the  power 
To  waken  them  from  sleep. 


He  must  be  one  whose  heart  is  kept  in  tune 

With  that  grand  music  sweet, 
Which  doth  forever  through  the  Universe 

In  wordless  rhythm  beat. 


He  must  have  love  for  all  created  things, 

However  weak  or  small, 
In  loving  service  find  his  chief  delight 

Done  for  the  good  of  all. 

With  nature  he  must  close  communion  hold 

His  senses  to  refine, 
Until  upon  his  listening  ear  shall  fall 

Her  melodies  divine. 

He  must  so  live  unto  the  Spirit's  touch 

He  will  responsive  be, 
Then  from  his  lips  inspiring  words  of  life 

Will  pour  exultingly. 


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Conditions  of  GrowtH 

ASK  thee,  Lord,  that  thou  wilt  give  to  me 
A  heart  so  full  of  love  for  all  my  kind, 

In  every  one  I  meet  mine  eyes  shall  see 
Some  likeness  there  which  shall  of  Thee 
remind. 


Why  are  we  taught  such  reverence  for  a  book, 
To  bow  the  knee  in  a  cathedral's  hall, 

While  with  a  careless  eye  too  oft  we  look 
On  man — who  of  Thy  works  is  chief  of  all? 

From  one,  however  worthless  seemingly, 

Bid  me  before  in  scorn  I  turn  away, 
Remember  that  in  God's  own  image  he  was  first 
created  to  regain  some  day; 

No  mark  divine  is  ever  quite  effaced, 
Love's  eyes  can  see  it  in  the  most  debased. 


"Thy  Will.  Not  Mine 

Hymn 


•t 


WOULD,  O  Father, 

That  this  will  of  mine 
May  ever  be 

Subservient  to  Thine. 

Do  unto  me 

As  seemeth  to  Thee  best, 
To  make  me  flee 

For  shelter  to  Thy  breast. 

"Know  the  power  of  self  and  smile  on  all." 

When  thou  has  conscious  grown, 

O  self  of  mine, 
That  thou  dost  draw  thy  life 

From  source  divine. 

Thou  wilt  cognizant  be 

Of  wondrous  power, 
And  all  good  things  of  life 

Shall  be  thy  dower. 

Thou  wilt  become  a  sun, 

And  from  thee  stream 
A  living  radiance 

On  all  to  beam. 


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All   is   Well 

LL  that  may  come  to  me 

Of  weal  or  woe 
Is  from  the  Father's  hand 

And  He  doth  know 
Just  what  each  soul  requires 

To  make  it  grow. 

Aught  He  in  love  sees  fit 

To  take  away, 
He  doeth  what  is  best, 

Trusting  I  say; 
Naught  can  disturb  my  peace 

When  I  obey. 

All  things  result  in  good 

To  those  whose  will 
Is  fully  one  with  His; 

What  may  seem  ill 
Comes  that  it  may  some  wise 

Purpose  fulfill. 

Therefore  I  fearlessly 

Travel  along, 
Feeling  a  mighty  arm, 

Saving  from  wrong, 
All  is  well,  "God  is  Love," 

This  is  my  song. 


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Sympathy 

PICKED  a  little  flower  up  from  the  ground — 
A  careless  hand  had  flung  it  there  to  die; 
Since  Love  forbade  that  I  should  pass  it  by, 
,1  bore  it  home  just  as  it  was  and  found, 
Although  so  badly  crushed  and  foully  stained, 
Something  of  life  and  beauty  still  remained. 
When  given  a  drink  and  freed  from  all  its  stains 
It  tried,  methinks,  to  thank  me  for  my  pains, 
And  once  more  raised  its  head,  looking  so  glad. 
Thoughts  came  to  me  of  how  to  help  the  sad, 
Down-trodden  ones  a  proud  world  deems  outcast 
From  all  things  good;  did  we  but  know  their  past 
How  often  we  should  find  their  beauty  marred, 
Not  through  their  fault,  only  by  others  scarred. 


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